Growth

She stood there looking at herself in the mirror for hours,
She was thinking about how something could be that awfully pretty,
She looked in the mirror once more and saw something she disliked as her negative perception of herself overpowered,
She had a love-hate relationship with her body, some days she would think she was the most beautiful, others she saw herself as a broken city,
She day by day has slowly started to feel free like a bird,
She planted her roots deeply in her growing soul,
She slowly yet surely started to love the simplicity of her body now as her needs were being heard,
She had finally said "buzz off" to her negative thoughts and covered up that hole,
The mirror looked at her and reflected the image she sees now, yet the mirror always knew how beautiful she was.
She looks at herself now and sees the growth.